Hannah’s POV
The walk home is long and hard, especially with me being very aware of every moment he makes. I’ve heard of lust. I may have even felt it with Damon, but this is something very different. It’s almost animalistic.
The sweat on his neck is enticing, my thoughts wondering just how far that sweat drop will travel. His Adam’s apple dances as he talks about something. I can’t stay focused on the topic as his lips keep distracting me.
The sensation feels both amazing, and yet it terrifies me at the same time. It doesn’t help that only weeks ago, I wanted nothing to do with him, and now I want to throw myself at him.
I refrain from touching him, despite how close we are walking. I know if he touches me, I’ll melt and do things my head isn’t ready to do yet. I won’t let my body take control this time. Perhaps I should have taken a mental journey as well.
“Hey, you doing ok?” he asks, finally getting a look at me. Then he grabs my arm and halts my exit.
